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In the dimly lit room, a young, smooth twink sits cross-legged, his eyes locked onto the paper in front of him. With each stroke of his pencil, he brings a werewolf to life, its eyes gleaming with a primal hunger that mirrors his own. As he sketches, his hand finds its way to his cock, his fingers wrapping around the hardening shaft. He imagines the werewolf's powerful body pressed against his, its fur rough against his smooth skin. His strokes become faster, more intense, as he fantasizes about the beast's hot, wet mouth on his cock, its tongue lapping at his precum.